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Show I THE RIGHT SETTING S By MOLLIE MATHER pj Copyright. 1S22. Western Newspaper Union. The elder sister of Janey bewailed her Indifference before the family. "She Is such a dear sweet soul," said Marlon, "that It seems a pity some fine man may not be allowed to appreciate ap-preciate her lovable qualities. Janey shuts up like a gray oyster In masculine mas-culine presence, withdrawing her charms In the shell. She Is provok-lngly provok-lngly perverse. At dances she will sit meekly bored, while social functions, as a rule, are a weariness to her. But give Janey some good music to play, or a new book to discuss, and she will blossom out In surprising cleverness and feeling. I wonder how she ever got Into our light-headed family." "Janey loves us all," young Mollie said loyally, "but she Is different-superior different-superior I would call It, like Professor Craythorne. Everyone Is wild to have Professor Craythorne at entertainments entertain-ments or banquets, because he Is brll-. brll-. liantly Interesting." The married sister sighed. "Well, I'd like to know Janey's proper setting," set-ting," she said, "and place her In It She's too pretty a flower to 'waste her sweetness on the desert air.' " "I", remarked Corrine, "am satisfied to let Janey rest in her oblivion. If It were not for our demure sister's indifference in-difference to the average man, I would have no admirers at all. They usually see and come, but It Is Janey's affections affec-tions that they would conquer. And Janey Is too busy with her writings and her studies to pay attention to them, so they return humbly grateful to my society. Do you know " Corrine sat up laughing, "I am determined de-termined to vanquish that new admired ad-mired professor. His coldness piques me, and he Is so good-looking." Mollie smiled scornfully, "You have got some Job before you, Cleopatra." She mocked, "Every girl In college has a crush on Professor Craythorne to say nothing of many outside. But does he notlce'them7 Nix," ended Mollie Mol-lie expressively. "You are growing," Corrine remarked, "cruder and more Impossible every day. I hope that your mode of slangy conversation con-versation Is confined to your home." Marlon leaned forward eagerly. "While you two have been quarreling," she said, "I've had an Idea. From Mol-lle's Mol-lle's description of the professor It would seem that he and Janey are true congenial souls, and If I could bring about a match between them It would be highly commendable. I Intend In-tend to try. Nothing could be more natural than that Ned should Invite his old friend In to dinner some evening." eve-ning." Marlon put on her hat, preparatory to returning to her own home. "Settled" she said happily. But though her ambitious plans were easy of attainment, the evening was a failure, at least as far as drawing Janey and the professor together was concerned. Janey, after fulfilling her duties du-ties as hostess-assistant, retired upon the entrance of Ned and his friend to the living room Into a fur corner with a book, while the professor, after several uneasy glances at his watch, murmured something about ''an unexpected unex-pected engagement," and made his adieus. Marion had no sympathy In her discouragment. "Match-making matrons," remarked Corrine bitterly, "are odious. No wonder won-der the professor fights shy of them." But Mollie laughed. "The wrong setting," set-ting," she mischievously explained. Corrine, a few evenings later, was merrily triumphant, when she returned from an entertainment, with the professor pro-fessor as escort. "She gets 'em all," said Mollie inelegantly. in-elegantly. Marlon's disappointment was visible. Corrlne's arrogant pride In her own popularity Jarred upon her. The elder sister's heart yearned over the small unselfish Janey, absorbed ab-sorbed In ambitious study, yet forgetful forget-ful often of self In thought for others. Indifferent appearing In her aloofness, Janey had a heart of gold, and John Craythorne possessed a man's noble qualities. Surely there was a match which should be "made In Heaven." Janey was quiet when she came Into dinner at evening. She relieved the protesting Mollie as usual of her tasks, and later, shlnlng-eyed, slipped away to her own room. "In anticipation of reading a new story," Corrine explained. But it was Mollie who, entering the house some few days after, gave 1 lie . true key to the situation. Marlon, Corrine," she began excitedly, "you should have seen them, Janey and our processor, silting there, one upon either side of a reading table In (he library. I had to go down fur a hook and I wan lied them secretly for some time. They wore talking together In whispers whis-pers and laughing softly. But it was the way they looked into each other's eyes; you could see they had discovered dis-covered Marlon's kindred spirit Idea. It's been going on for some lime. Janey confessed that they met some time ago, by accident, at that same library table. We will lose Janey soon." Mollie Mol-lie concluded shrewdly, "II was the right setting." |